14. The Real Ivy Mickelson
CHAPTER 14
The Real Ivy Mickelson
IVY
We take the limo with the privacy screen up, so I think Alistair might want to play in the backseat. But when I knead his powerful thigh with my toes, he grabs my foot and massages it without taking it further. You’d think after my recent multiple orgasms I’d be satiated, but it actually makes me want more, as if my body has woken up to the fact that bliss may be limitless.
Alistair is on his screen, tapping his foot as he checks messages from Gazinsky who keeps having to move his meetings out.
“I really need to get back into the office,” he murmurs, scratching his stubble.
“Can I come with you?” I ask.
“No way,” he replies. “I won’t be able to focus on anything but sweeping everything off my desk and fucking you over it.”
“In that case,” I say, straightening my spine. “I’ll definitely come with you.”
He puts his phone away and looks at me. “Don’t tempt me.”
“But that’s what I’m here for,” I reply, blinking innocently.
“And what would my team think?”
“When have you ever cared about what other people think?”
He slants his head to acknowledge my point.
“Besides, don’t you have a ‘ Bring a Pet to Work Day’ ”?
He guffaws. “No.”
“Well, maybe you should.”
“Or how about a ‘ Bring Your Mistress to Work Day? ”
“Unfortunately not,” he squeezes my foot. “But that would make for an interesting catch-up..”
“It’s a huge missed opportunity if you ask me.”
“Agreed. Anyway, I thought you hated evil corporations and vulgar skyscrapers.”
“I do,” I reply. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be eaten out on your very expensive desk while you are wearing a very expensive suit.”
“Ivy Mickelson,” he mock-scolds, adjusting himself. “You have changed.”
“Nope,” I reply. “I’m still the same person you scooped up off the concrete at the protest. I’m just more honest about what I want.”
His hungry eyes scrape over me. “And what is it that you want?”
I take this as my cue. I turn and swing my leg over his lap so that I am straddling him.
“I want what I’ve always wanted. To get to net-zero carbon emissions. To stop the destruction of the Amazon rainforest. To stop polluting the oceans and the sky. To ease suffering. To support vulnerable people and animals…”
“And?”
“And to be fucked senseless by you at every opportunity and in every possible location, including your fancy-as-fuck office.”
“My god,” Alistair says, grinning. He squeezes my ass. “I don’t know what has gotten into you.”
“But you love it,” I say.
“That’s putting it mildly.”
I swivel my hips, feeling his cock harden against my pubic bone. I lean my forehead against his, our noses touching, and he kisses me long and deep.
“Okay then,” he murmurs. “You can come to work with me.”
“Excellent,” I whisper.
“You certainly know the art of asking for something.”
“While I have you in this … receptive mood,” I say.
Alistair eyes me suspiciously. “Mmm-hmm?”
“I was wondering…” I keep up the friction, circling his cock, the fabric of our clothes rubbing against each other.
He sighs and leans his head back. “You do realize I’ll agree to anything right now?”
I chuckle. “So easy to manipulate.”
“I’d like it if you manipulated me all day long.”
“Careful what you wish for,” I reply.
“What is it that you are wishing for?”
“I know I already have your credit card?—”
“Which you never use. We really need to work on that. If you don’t start using it I think I might have to punish you.”
“Ooh,” I say, smirking. “How?”
“By buying you ostentatious jewelry. Blood diamonds.”
“Don’t you dare,” I tell him.
“I interrupted you. Apologies. Please go on.”
“You know I love it when you give me those envelopes of cash.”
“Ah. I still owe you two from when I was in Moscow.”
“But I want more,” I say.
Alistair is smiling and frowning at the same time. “I have no idea who you are or what you’ve done with the real Ivy Mickelson.”
I start getting a bit flushed from the signals my clit is sending me. I breathe with the sexual energy that’s radiating in my pelvis. It does not go unnoticed.
“You are my everything. What’s mine is yours. Tell me how to give it to you the way you like it.”
“You make everything sound so fucking sexy,” I whisper.
“Only because you’re in my orbit,” he replies. “Usually I’m chaste.”
I grin. He’s so full of shit. “Chaste?” I murmur, nibbling his ear.
“I’m practically an incel.”
I snigger and start unbuckling his belt. “Let’s see how chaste you are, then.”
Alistair stops me. I guess there’s a first time for everything. “Tell me what you need from me.”When I don’t answer, he presses. “How much, Ivy? I can instruct my guy right now and you’ll have it in minutes.”
The limo slows to a stop. We’re at the hospital.
I give Alistair what I hope is a sultry expression. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this later.”